There she is. Taking a cab to go to the theatre. Is she absentminded or going through the lyrics of the songs? Yeah she´s definitely going through the songs. She´s humming. If I hadn´t watched it so many times I wouldn´t know which song it is. She´s humming "My Man". I always loved the way she sang it, especially because I knew it was meant for me. I always visit her at work, at her house, at NYADA and on the theatre. I´m so proud of her. She´s a star. No doubt of it. She´s proven it many times… Today she´s nervous. Kurt is trying to calm her down and telling her how great she is and that this is her moment. He´s hugging her, she´s finally stopped fighting with Santana and she´s hugging her too. Everyone´s here to see her. Her dad´s, Quinn, Puck, Artie, Mercedes, Mr. Schuester, Miss Pillsbury, Blaine, Mike, Tina… All of our friends. They were all just waiting for her to come out. I wish I could be the one in the first row. If I were there, I´d backstage waiting for her with her favorite flowers, telling her how far she´s come and how amazing she´s going to be. I´d tell her that I believe in her more than anybody else does. Sometimes when she´s all alone I hold her in my arms and whisper to her all those things she knows and I try to tell her that I still love her. Tonight I wished I could do so, but I guess she knows I´m always there for her whenever she needs me. I know because she still looks above for her star and she whispers my name before she goes to sleep. People don´t really want to think how I died, because I guess it´s sad and sometimes it´s hard to believe. I know everyone´s life turned around when I did, but I´m glad that they all keep thinking about the happy moments we had together rather than the way I left them. Someone tells Rachel it´s almost time to go on stage. She looks at herself in the mirror and sees everything that has happened. Everything that has prepared her for this moment. She´s thinking about me and how she wishes I was there. I wish she could see me, but maybe she wouldn´t be focused if I showed up. I just approached to her as she placed the wig on her head and kissed her afterwards. She placed her hand on her shoulders as if she knew I was there. She didn´t talk. I smiled. She knew I was there. Once she was ready she walked to the door. I held her hand and we walked together to the stage. Rachel was smiling. I had never seen her so happy. She stepped to the stage. A couple seconds before the curtain raised she looked back at where I was. I´ve never felt that proud. There she was. The girl I loved, the woman, the one who was meant to be my wife, my star.